Using the coconut oil from the basket, I slicked my fingers and Milo’s pucker, then slid in. Both digits settled inside him with no resistance, and I swirled them around before finding his prostate.
Milo’s attempt at levitating off the ground didn’t work as I stopped him with my arm across his hips. The first drop of his milk graced my tongue, and I swallowed greedily, but I needed more. I let go of his cock but continued massaging inside him.
“Will you give me my syrup?”
Milo strained, gripping the edges of the blanket. “Yes.”
I grabbed my coffee mug just in time to catch the first squirt. The rest, I wanted directly in my mouth so I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and pressed on his P-spot again.
Milo graced me with loud wails and delicious cum.Dear gods, how I love my life at this moment.
I rolled off him with a grin on. “Thank you for your service.”
“You just milked me dry.” Milo snorted and smacked my chest.
“And it was my pleasure.” I licked my lips in that theatrically obscene way Milo liked.
That did it.
He straddled me and grazed my nipples with his thumbs. “Is your ass fair game?” He searched my face, uncertainty paintedon it. He’d touched my hole before, but never penetrated it. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but it didn’t matter.
“It’s all yours.”
If he asked to fuck me, I’d be on my knees with my cheek on the blanket. Heat travelled through me anew.
Milo moved down my body and spread my parted knees, then took my cock in both hands and pulled the foreskin down. He looked at it as if he were saying goodbye.
Fuck.
Anxiety began to enter my system but evaporated when Milo reached for the jar of coconut oil. He scooped a healthy amount, slathered it on my shaft and stroked while licking into my slit wet with pre-cum.
He sent his other hand between my ass cheeks and traced my hole with slow but deliberate movements. He was searching my face. Was he making sure I wouldn’t change my mind?
“My ass is yours, my coffee bean.” I rocked onto his finger and the tip slipped inside.
Milo smirked sweetly and slid in further. The rare sensation set my body aflame, and I released a low growl, urging him for more.
One day I’d beg him to fuck me.
He pulled out.
I surprised myself with a gasp of protest, but the glint in Milo’s eyes suggested he was not done by any means.
“I have an idea.” Meeting my gaze, he took more oil and slathered it on his…foot.
“I like where this is going.” I parted my legs further, bracing myself on my elbows.
“Do you, now?” He mirrored my pose except his lubed foot wandering between my cheeks.
“Oh yes.” I relaxed my muscles and nodded at him.
The slick glide of his toes along my crease sent a shiver through me. Milo could read people all right. And clearly, all my desires were an open book to him. I had to be careful to keep my heart hidden from him. Drunk on Milo’s sexy ways, I was ready to rearrange my life for him. Maybe I should.
Milo pressed his big toe against my hole, spreading more coconut oil.
I let out a breath and let him in.
“Oh fuck, oh, gods, Milo! Ah!” I threw my head back and rocked on his toe. The stretch was not too much, but just enough to drive me wild. But the feeling itself was half of the pleasure. It was Milo’s beautiful foot, his four toes against my crease and the big one inside me that were pushing me to the brink of orgasm.
